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A reflection on a few golden years of childhood when I can barely remember being aware of the real world, of war and famine and anguish everywhere, because I lived in a dream of freedom and precious naivete.
Memories Of Cornwall |
by Carey Lenehan |
I miss the times when swallows nested underneath the eaves And the way the brutal southwest winds bent over all the trees I miss that sense of mystery, of ages long since gone The legend and the history in two thousand years of song In winter- time the foam- clad seas would crash on blackened rocks And misted rain would cloak the Tor's jagged granite tops Beneath grey skies of brooding depth I wandered and was free Yet foolishly desired to know the world so far from me Life swept me on its tiresome course and moved me far away It filled my years with problems that still hamper me today A thousand passing dusks and dawns would make my childhood dim As a letter read a hundred times eventually wears thin And as through use my memory of those golden summers fades At least I can look back and think of carefree youthful days And know within that somewhere I was blissfully at ease Even at those trying times when life brings me to my knees And sometimes when I think of all the things I gave away When reaching out to find a life that meant I could not stay I know I never will return to see how much the years Have changed my childhood wonderland and fulfilled all my fears My Cornish memories blanket me and little have they frayed The freedom of a childhood where freedom always stayed A place where I could grow and stretch and never need to fear The cruelest moors, the kindest shores, always will be near I would not wish to recreate the world I lived in then Instead I will forge on ahead awaiting the time when I can find another sanctuary where I will again be free And feel this weight of lifetime woe, eased away from me And in the time it takes to reach that long awaited day I'll strive to make the best of all that comes along the way I'll offer all the love I have to those who need my care And await the golden summers to return to me somewhere |
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4 Visitor Comments
Sylvia
This poem, so beautifully written touched my heart in a special way. I too have left a distant land, these words captured my thoughts of childhood memories. Sylvia
Mike
It says it all! But I'm going 'ome soon!
DARLENE
THIS POEM PULLS ON THE CORDS OF MY HEART. I OFTEN DREAM OF THE DAYS OF YOUTH. IT GIVES ME A GOOD FEELING.
Bryan
Well thought out jus fabulous keep up the good work!
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